Happy 2024! WordPress has very kindly reminded me that Saving for Botox turned eight today. Although it features way less regular posts than it used to in the beginning and hardly has anything to show for the past two years, it – like its webmistress – is still very much alive.
I keep meaning to write and post, just like I keep meaning to lose weight, but have never really made good on those well-meant intentions. Will 2024 change all that? One can only hope. I no longer have graduate school to blame, and the pandemic is (hopefully) in our collective rear view. I wonder what I’ll write about this year. I know for sure I am combining my annual “What Did You Read in ####?” for 2022 and 2023, and that should come out any day now.
So, eight years from a semi-serious pledge to save for a thing that ostensibly helps stop aging in its tracks, have I finally gotten Botox? Negatory. Needles have yet to pierce me in the face. This is due in part to a fear of commitment (what if I I end up looking like Jacqueline Wildenstein?), FOMO (there’s always going to be a better doctor out there!), and because I do not like needles poking my face (there goes my social life?). These days, the bestie keeps extolling the joys of affordable South Korean facial rejuvenation, which is probably his way of telling me I look tired and need more than a facial. Ah well. Never say never, until you actually do mean never. But for now, I’ll wait.
Has it really been eight years? It doesn’t feel like it, and I have decided to apply a little something I call COVID math. COVID math states that 2020-2022 do not count. Which means in the general scheme of things, Saving for Botox is actually six. Happy birthday to my blog baby!
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